Infinite Disasters: I Hoarded My Way to Godhood novel Chapter 33

Chapter 33: Chapter 33: Census, Rainstorm?

Seraphina Sullivan took a comfortable hot bath, then threw herself onto her big, soft bed, stretching like a lazy cat.

After experiencing the brutality of the game, she cherished the ordinary peace of the real world all the more.

’My own bed really is the most comfortable...’ she mumbled, casually tearing open a bag of potato chips and twisting the cap off a bottle of ice-cold soda.

This was her unique therapeutic ritual.

She used food to wash away the lingering trauma from the game.

Just as she was indulging in the dual bliss of snacks and a variety show, the phone on her coffee table suddenly began vibrating wildly, a barrage of notification chimes shattering the room’s tranquility.

"Hm?" Seraphina frowned, setting down the chip bag and reaching for her phone.

Her screen was flooded with messages from her residential community’s management group chat:

[@All Important Notice: The recent doomsday rumors spreading online have caused widespread concern. Everyone please remain vigilant and report any suspicious individuals immediately...]

[As per a notice from a higher authority, a comprehensive population census will be conducted in the near future. We ask all residents to please cooperate...]

[Special Reminder: If you observe any unusual activity, please immediately call our 24-hour hotline...]

The group chat instantly exploded:

"What’s going on? Is it really the end of the world? I don’t feel like the world has changed that much? This can’t be another fake-out, can it!"

"Have you been living under a rock?"

"I heard someone robbed a bank in the next city. They were incredibly brazen, and nobody could stop them. Just think about that."

"Don’t tell me they’re making these plans now to investigate those ’Players’?"

Seeing that last message, Seraphina’s fingers tightened abruptly.

She stared intently at the screen, her heart quickening in spite of herself.

Seraphina stared at her phone screen, her brow furrowing deeper and deeper.

’This so-called "population census" is definitely not that simple. The authorities are probably making preparations behind the scenes.’

Although Seraphina had great faith in her country, believing that even if they found the so-called Players, they wouldn’t be harmed.

’They would probably use Players to explore the Disaster Game, or even to save Azure Star now that it was entering a doomsday era.’

But Seraphina still didn’t want to expose her identity as a Player so soon.

As she thought about this, Seraphina glanced around her apartment, a cold sweat breaking out on her skin.

The massive amount of supplies hoarded in the room practically screamed, "I am a Player."

The emergency food piled in the corner, the hydroponic vegetable rack on the balcony she planned to use for planting, the solar panels in the living room waiting to be assembled... Even an ordinary person who believed the doomsday rumors wouldn’t have prepared this thoroughly and professionally.

’It’s too obvious...’ Seraphina mumbled, biting her lip. ’If the census workers come in and see all this, they’ll definitely get suspicious.’

Seraphina made a swift decision and immediately began tidying the room.

Thanks to her Space Ability, she only had to wave her hand for the suspicious supplies to vanish one by one:

’The hydroponic vegetable rack on the balcony? I can leave that. After all, I made it after talking it over with my neighbors. Getting rid of it now would look too deliberate.’

’Still, I’ll put some of it away, leaving just a small portion out.’

’The supplies in the living room? Store them!’

In less than ten minutes, the entire apartment looked like it belonged to an ordinary young woman living alone.

It was tidy and simple, with a homey feel that didn’t suggest excessive preparation.

’Thank goodness for my Space...’ Seraphina thought, wiping the sweat from her forehead as she surveyed the transformed room.

’Now the only thing to worry about is whether I have too few daily necessities out.’

’It would be just as suspicious for someone living alone to not even have a spare box of tissues.’

An idea struck her. She retrieved a moderate amount of daily supplies from her Space and placed them in plain sight.

A couple of tissue boxes on the coffee table, a few ordinary bottles of shampoo and soap in the bathroom, and a couple of packs of instant noodles and snacks in the kitchen.

Of course, she also left out some of the food and snacks she had bought after hearing the rumors. It would be suspicious not to have any at all.

Now, it wouldn’t look like she was deliberately hoarding, but it also wouldn’t seem unnaturally bare.

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